To be, in any form—what is that?
(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither ;)
If nothing lay more develop’d, the quahaug in its callous shell were enough. 610
[27.1]
Mine is no callous shell;
I have instant conductors all over me, whether I pass or stop;
They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.
[27.2]
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy;
To touch my person to some one else’s is about as much as I can stand. 615
[27.3]
27.
To be, in any form—what is that?
(Round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither ;)
If nothing lay more develop’d, the quahaug in its callous shell were enough. 610
[27.1]
Mine is no callous shell;
I have instant conductors all over me, whether I pass or stop;
They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.
[27.2]
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy;
To touch my person to some one else’s is about as much as I can stand. 615
[27.3]
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